A record based on the work of artist Madge Gill who channelled her spirit guide Myrinerest in thousands of drawings and paintings from 1918-1961, you say? I'll be in the garden...
But come back, for this isn't an exercise in faux-intellectuelism built around a concept that would have Fox Mulder balking, but rather laptop pioneer Ikue Mori's contribution to the Tzadik women's series. Inhabiting that thin strip of land between the likes of Oval and more micro-sound inclined artists (Twerk, Safety Scissors etc.), Mori is a fully paid-up sonic experimentalist whose woven structures posses a depth and candid excitement missing from much iBook wired output.
Opening with dissident strings straight out of Bernard Herrman's most sordid compositions, 'Myrninerest' takes evident glee in sculpting what at first sounds obtuse and border-line avant into detail ridden compositions of quite breathtaking scope and beauty. Whether this be in the form of mournful oboe and digital insects on 'Take It Easy', frosty exhalations on the twinkly 'Sigh', or endless avalanches of sonic snowfall on 'Clash By Night', Mori ensures it's all vitally essential.
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A record based on the work of artist Madge Gill who channelled her spirit guide Myrinerest in thousands of drawings and paintings from 1918-1961, you say? I'll be in the garden...
But come back, for this isn't an exercise in faux-intellectuelism built around a concept that would have Fox Mulder balking, but rather laptop pioneer Ikue Mori's contribution to the Tzadik women's series. Inhabiting that thin strip of land between the likes of Oval and more micro-sound inclined artists (Twerk, Safety Scissors etc.), Mori is a fully paid-up sonic experimentalist whose woven structures posses a depth and candid excitement missing from much iBook wired output.
Opening with dissident strings straight out of Bernard Herrman's most sordid compositions, 'Myrninerest' takes evident glee in sculpting what at first sounds obtuse and border-line avant into detail ridden compositions of quite breathtaking scope and beauty. Whether this be in the form of mournful oboe and digital insects on 'Take It Easy', frosty exhalations on the twinkly 'Sigh', or endless avalanches of sonic snowfall on 'Clash By Night', Mori ensures it's all vitally essential.
A record based on the work of artist Madge Gill who channelled her spirit guide Myrinerest in thousands of drawings and paintings from 1918-1961, you say? I'll be in the garden...
But come back, for this isn't an exercise in faux-intellectuelism built around a concept that would have Fox Mulder balking, but rather laptop pioneer Ikue Mori's contribution to the Tzadik women's series. Inhabiting that thin strip of land between the likes of Oval and more micro-sound inclined artists (Twerk, Safety Scissors etc.), Mori is a fully paid-up sonic experimentalist whose woven structures posses a depth and candid excitement missing from much iBook wired output.
Opening with dissident strings straight out of Bernard Herrman's most sordid compositions, 'Myrninerest' takes evident glee in sculpting what at first sounds obtuse and border-line avant into detail ridden compositions of quite breathtaking scope and beauty. Whether this be in the form of mournful oboe and digital insects on 'Take It Easy', frosty exhalations on the twinkly 'Sigh', or endless avalanches of sonic snowfall on 'Clash By Night', Mori ensures it's all vitally essential.
A record based on the work of artist Madge Gill who channelled her spirit guide Myrinerest in thousands of drawings and paintings from 1918-1961, you say? I'll be in the garden...
But come back, for this isn't an exercise in faux-intellectuelism built around a concept that would have Fox Mulder balking, but rather laptop pioneer Ikue Mori's contribution to the Tzadik women's series. Inhabiting that thin strip of land between the likes of Oval and more micro-sound inclined artists (Twerk, Safety Scissors etc.), Mori is a fully paid-up sonic experimentalist whose woven structures posses a depth and candid excitement missing from much iBook wired output.
Opening with dissident strings straight out of Bernard Herrman's most sordid compositions, 'Myrninerest' takes evident glee in sculpting what at first sounds obtuse and border-line avant into detail ridden compositions of quite breathtaking scope and beauty. Whether this be in the form of mournful oboe and digital insects on 'Take It Easy', frosty exhalations on the twinkly 'Sigh', or endless avalanches of sonic snowfall on 'Clash By Night', Mori ensures it's all vitally essential.